Chapter 7
Joey/Katie POV
"That was a lot of fun. It's been awhile since I've had time to have fun," I say, then realize that I wouldn't say that if I didn't remember it. I look over at Pacey to see if he's noticed then I say, "I mean a lot better then not remembering." Right nice save, I am so busted. He gives me a look but then goes back to the dishes he was doing. Well at least he brushed it off. But it was true that I didn't have time to have fun. My time was spent working and sleeping, just trying to survive.
"Yeah I wish we could do that more than once a week," Pacey says.
"Well maybe then I could hear more embarrassing stories," I say smiling.
"I don't know if I could handle that," Pacey reply. He looks handsome when he smiles I think to myself as he is talking. After he pauses for a moment he then adds, "So have you remembered anything yet?"
I thought for a moment, he must have caught my slip up. This was the first time we had talked about it. I could tell that he was fighting asking me too. I just decide to reply, "I'm really tired I think I'm going to head to bed."
"Okay well I'll see you tomorrow then," He says as I start up the stairs. Then he adds, "Katie," I turn around to face him, "Were you planning on doing anything tomorrow?"
"Well um nothing, why?" I reply curiously. He has a small devious smile on his face which scares me.
"Well I was wondering, just because you might be bored here and we're a little short staffed, if you wanted to come help me out at work tomorrow," He says.
"Sure," I say. Glad that that was it. I had done a lot of serving in high school to help my family who owned a small restaurant, out. My first job was waiting tables.
"Okay well can you be ready by seven?" He asks with a look of relief.
"Yeah of course, well I'll see you tomorrow," I say.
"Goodnight," Pacey says as he returned to the kitchen to continue cleaning.
I awoke at six to my alarm. After taking my shower and getting ready I head downstairs to find Pacey cooking breakfast.
"You don't have to cook breakfast too," I say letting him know that I was there.
"I know but I want to," he says.
"So what are you going to have me do today?" I ask as he brings me the breakfast he just made.
"Well I have you have two options. You can either try being a waitress or a hostess," Pacey said.
"Well I really don't like the thought of waiting on people who complain that their food is cold, or that they aren't going to pay that much for fish. So I guess it's the whiney people tired of waiting an hour for a table that keep on insisting that they should get a table when their name is last on the list and there isn't a table in sight," I say remembering the days at the Ice House. I swore I would never work in another restaurant as long as lived.
"Sounds like you've done that before. Considering your comments of the whiney, complaining people I don't think those jobs are for you," Pacey says with a thoughtful look on his face.
"But I thought you needed help?" I say. I really do want this job. He is letting me stay in his apartment it's the least I can do to help him.
"Well I do but I don't think that's the right job for you. How about you still come with me and I'll find you something else?" Pacey replies as he finishes his breakfast and starts to clear the table.